Cuz now I've tasted chocolate and I'm never going back.
Oh. This.
Hmmmm Northwestern's legit. It's probably healthy for my loyal readers' sanities that I haven't updated since the fateful last page of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" because I would've been all "OMGOMG I LOVE COLLEGE THERE'S AN ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET AT EVERY MEAL AND JERRY SPRINGER IS FILMED IN CHICAGO." I've calmed down a bit, since I was enrolled in every single "Rocks for Jocks" course last quarter (with the all to obvious, obnoxious exception of Calculus) and now I actually have work to do. As long as I don't think too hard about exactly what 50K a year is buying me, I'm pretty legit. I say legit far too much at college, which is weird because it's definitely not Chicago slang. I guess I just need my mark of originality at a school where fifteen other people on my floor play clarinet. Everyone here was in marching band, too. And everyone's Asian. Well, except me, unless you count that online quiz that deemed me 59% "Azn."
But anyways, I could probably be getting the same quality of education at UMass, and I could actually be a Journalism major there, too. Not that I particularly want to be anymore, but I wouldn't have to beg and grovel my way into the school. I'd probably have a better social life too, since people here work so dang much. Oh, I'm sure that a few stray partiers exist in some remote corner of campus, but in my dorm, I've walked past a packed study lounge at 2 in the morning. On a Friday. There's this girl on my floor whose existence is questionable because I've never seen her leave her room once. I'm no Miss Animal House, but doesn't anyone here even procrastinate? And everyone updates their Facebook status so damn much. "Aubrey is tired but still has 10 hours of work to do Aubrey has been up for the past three days Aubrey is sooooo stressed out" blablabla NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH THAT MUCH.
This entry sounds a lot more bitter than I intended it to be, and maybe it's just harder transitioning from winter break than I envisioned. I just miss having solid friends who I can spend hours doing nothing and talking about everything with. I talk on the phone to Eliza and/or Beanie for at least an hour a day, which may be spoiling me just a bit. I need to grit my teeth and find close female companions, not just gay guys who are more obsessed with "American Idol" than I am. I kind of hate girls, though.
And speaking of which, I think I've figured out my major/future! Double major in gender studies and psychology, a minor in Creative Writing, and I'll be a sex therapist/sex researcher a'la Kinsey, and if I get really lucky I can write amusing novellas about my dabblings in sexual healing. Male on female (or male on male) (or female on female) (or gender ambiguous on gender ambiguous) interactions have always intrigued me, and it'd pretty sweet to make a career out of sex and not be a prostitute. I really want to find out more about transsexuals. Like, how does someone know if they're a gay man trapped in a woman's body? Maybe I'm that person and I just haven't even allowed myself to embrace that tantalizing thought.
I'm kind of glad that no Northwestern people will ever read this (except for Stephanie, but she doesn't count because her awesomeness transcends the hometown/college line of demarcation). I'm on my dorm's computer because my cord doesn't work and I'm too scared to call in for a new one, and there are a million stupud people waiting to use it for G-d knows why because they definitely have their own computers, so peeeeeace.